"I don't see why he had
to be so disagreeable to us; all we wanted to do was to help him."
"Yes, when those Germans come back he's apt to be handled roughly."
"He was jealous of us, I believe," said Bob.
"Why so?"
"Well, we had gone ahead on our own account, and from the way he acted I
guess we knew more about what was going on than he did."
"Perhaps that's it," said Hugh. "Maybe he was afraid we might take some
glory away from him."
"How silly!" exclaimed Bob. "What do we want with glory?"
"We'd better tell your father what happened this morning."
"Of course. He'll think I'm a pretty poor fighter though; a black eye
one day and a big lump on my head the next."
"How does your head feel anyway?" inquired Hugh.
"Oh, pretty well. It still throbs though."
"I should think it might, and you can consider yourself pretty lucky that
you didn't get your skull cracked open."
"He was a queer looking man, wasn't he?"
"Yes, and his actions were even queerer."
"I guess he was jealous," said Bob.
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